Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.